VirginiaHadley

With a sigh of hot static air The clouded sky splits in half. A white hot flash rips across the heavens,   Frying the air with electric intensity. The abandoned field lights up in its entirety In dead silence And a flock of starlings takes off into the distance The flapping of their wings the only sound In the foreboding suspension Until the crackling Of the branching, growing lightning Extends itself through the humid air Into waves of sound Bouncing off raindrops   And finally slowing Until the low deep rumble invades your eardrums Vibrating your stomach and bones The tremor of the thunder matching the beat of the rain. Cold

Concrete Jungle City terrain converges with the murky sky above in the dusty shade that they share A symphony of sound permeates the humid air as machines and people hum through their daily cycles Black rubber wheels spinning through puddles with the hands of time Speeding through and past lives Like the one slumped on the edge of the sidewalk. A man camouflaged amongst the greys and browns of the urban jungle he fights to withstand Hanging on tight to a glass bottle half full of malt liquor   Like the hope that someday one of the pairs of legs that stride so briskly by will pause; Revealing a human on the other end; An equal who wou